(Source: walkingtothesoundofyourfeet, via iwantmyeternity)

sodelightfullyvague:

And I’m always complaining about it. I know I do, you know I do. The world knows it.

But I’ve also been known to say some pretty nice things about it.

Well, recently (as in, last night during TOK, when my teacher was lecturing us on our ungratefulness, essentially), I asked myself; if I had to start over from freshman year, and decide once more if I wanted to actually partake in IB or not, would I do IB again?

And the conclusion I’ve finally come to is that I would do IB over again. I wouldn’t trade a second of it for AP, Honors, or even Regular courses. Because, IB has made me what I am. It has pushed me to my limits and far, far far far far beyond. I recognize now that this has changed me, for the better, I hope.  And to give that up, to give up the experiences, the people (even when I want to strangle them for being so annoying), the teachers, and the coursework (hate it that I do), would be doing myself a great disservice. It would, essentially, be cheating me out of something that in the long run, may make all the difference.

We’ll see if I still think this way if I fail everything, and don’t get my IB Diploma.

It’s crazy reading this from so long ago. This was at the beginning of the year. I’m now halfway through exams, and honestly, I can say that I feel the same way (even though there is an emphasis on the “hate the coursework” and the “I may fail everything”.